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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233323 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way shape or form. This short story is purely for entertainment purposes, and I do not make any sort of money from doing this. Enjoy!

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To accompany this chapter in a way, I released a 'character bio' for Himawari on my website. It covers everything about her character up until this chapter, and I recommend checking it out before you read the chapter. You can find it on my website if you're curious; a link can be found on my profile.

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Funny thing: there was a secret to the Uchiha clan that Sasuke had never learned, that is, until now.

It wasn’t something that showed up in ancient tomes. It definitely wasn’t something that he would have been told back when the clan was still around.

To put it as simply as possible…

… Uchiha women got very, very, very horny when they were pregnant.

Which lead to his current predicament.

Most fathers considered having a daughter their own personal nightmare. Sasuke felt the same; only instead of having to deal with drama and boyfriends, Sasuke had a whole different set of problems to put up with.

Sasuke groaned, fingers tightening in her hair as his cock spasmed deep down her throat.

Sarada purred. That was it for him—he came, and a hot load was pumped straight into his daughter’s stomach.

That wasn’t the first load she’d elicited from him in the past hour. It wasn’t the second, or the third, or the fourth, or the fifth. It was the sixth.

He wasn’t spent, but even Naruko was hard pressed to get six loads out of Sasuke before he could successfully fuck her into submission. He wasn’t sure if it was a record or what—all he knew is that pregnancy seemed to have driven Sarada into a cock lust only surpassed by Hinata when he’d put that chastity belt around her all that time ago.

Sasuke unsheathed his cock from Sarada’s throat, grunting as he did so.

Of course, he was still hard.

“That’s enough for now,” Sarada mumbled, rubbing her belly, which he’d packed with enough cum to feed her and the baby for a month. “Now—let’s see if we can make another baby. What do you think, Papa?”

Sasuke sighed.

Being pregnant made Sarada talk a lot. A lot, a lot, a lot. About the baby, about how much she loved his cock.

Sasuke was not a talkative person.

“Shut up,” Sasuke mumbled, grabbing Sarada’s hair.

Quite roughly, he shoved his cock back inside of her mouth.

Thankfully, he had a saviour. Someone to rescue him from his cock addicted daughter.

He and Sarada were inside of her bedroom; which was right across the hall from Himawari’s room.

The mother of his other child came strolling in, a smile on her face.

“Sarada,” Himawari said, tutting like a disapproving mom. “I heard you two from across the hall. Come on, Sarada, you can’t hog Sasuke to yourself all day… no matter how horny you are. Trust me, I was in the same boat.”

Sarada extracted herself from her father’s cock, just for a moment.

“No, you weren’t,” purred the Uchiha woman. “You didn’t crave cock twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. You didn’t have lightheadedness if there was no cum inside of you.”

Himawari tapped a finger against her chin. “Actually…” she said. “It was pretty bad. Maybe not as bad as yours, but come on—I think Sasuke wants another pussy to fuck. How about mine?” she suggested.

Sasuke smirked. “Get the fuck over here,” he growled, beckoning Himawari onto the bed.

As Himawari stripped nude and crawled onto the bed, Sarada could only pout.

Sasuke lined himself up with Himawari’s nice and tight cunt, and calmly slid himself inside of her.

“Lighten up,” he said to Sarada. “You can drink up after I’m done with Himawari.”

The young Uzumaki moaned as that monstrous length slid inside of her. “Ooh.”

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers in a fiery kiss. She moaned into his mouth as he shoved his fat cock deep within her; making her whole. Hitting places only he—and their child—had been before.
“I love you,” she whimpered, as he filled her up, his cock buried all the way to the hilt inside of her. “Oh God, I-” Himawari gasped as he pulled out of her, not all the way, leaving just a bit inside of her. “I love youu!” As she spoke the words, he thrust back in; a vicious thrust, the kind that made Sarada’s bed frame quiver from his sheer power.

“Mmm.” He kept kissing her as he fucked her, his hands cupping her hips for leverage. She wrapped her arms around his broad chest, her legs doing the same around his waist.

Sarada could only whimper and moan as she watched her sister-wife get pounded into submission by their well hung and very eager lover.

Sasuke grinned, nibbling at her neck, relishing in the sound of Himawari’s sweet moans.

Himawari was a sweet woman; kind, affectionate. She made him feel good when he was around her, something very few women could do. It wasn’t just the sex that made him want her.

Not that the sex didn’t help. She was always so willing, and she was so incredibly tight and sexy that he could fuck her into a coma and then some if he was let loose on her.

On top of that, though, it was the fact that she was Naruto’s little girl. His little angel.

Even now, after all that had happened, Sasuke found enjoyment in that knowledge. That he’d broken and then tamed his rival’s little princess. Instead of having to deal with teenage drama and boys potentially kissing his little girl, Naruto instead had to witness as she was fucked and defiled on a daily basis.

Could you call a man a man after he sat and watched the things Sasuke had done to his daughter? Given her facials, creampies. Fucked her ass like an animal—then made Naruto clean it up, nurse her back to consciousness.

You could say that it was fun. It wasn’t like he was demeaning Naruto by doing it; the blonde liked it for God’s sake. Liked it so much he’d gotten a taste of it himself in the form of Naruko.

Every thrust made that beast within Sasuke pound its chest.

Fucking a man’s wife was one thing. Fucking his daughter was another.

He enjoyed every second of it, and it lasted a good while. The details aren’t important, as there would be a thousand more moments between Sasuke and Himawari. A thousand more fuck sessions.

When Sasuke came, after Himawari had come once or two, or three times, or four times—honestly, she lost count—he did it deep, deep inside of her. If she wasn’t on birth control, a creampie that deep, that massive, would certainly have left her pregnant once more.

Himawari gasped as he pulled out of her, his cum oozing out of her in the absence of his dick. Sarada licked her lips and tucked in for the feast.

Sasuke ruffled his daughter’s hair affectionately as she lapped up cum from the snatch of her sister wife. “Good girl,” he said, cock still hard, throbbing angrily.

Sarada beamed and kept licking away. It wouldn’t be long before she was on the track to eliciting her seventh load of the day from him...

She giggled as he kissed his way down her neck, his hands gently caressing her round and heavy breasts.

“Mmm…” Hinata moaned, throwing her head back. “I heard you had quite the time with Sarada earlier.”

Sasuke chuckled. His cock throbbed, hard as ever and resting gently against his lover’s thigh.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” he murmured.

“Oh? Himawari told a different story; she made it seem like she saved you from Sarada.” Hinata grinned, running her finger up and down Sasuke’s back.

“Hmph.” Sasuke rubbed his cock against her thigh, returning to his previous action of kissing his way up and down her neck. He decided to utter one more comment, however. “Next time, I’m going to make Himawari swallow instead of cumming inside of her. Maybe that’ll shut that big mouth of hers…”

Hinata giggled and Sasuke couldn’t help but smile.

“Sasuke,” she said.

“Hm?”

“Let him—her join.”

He was silent a moment. “You sure?”

Hinata grinned. “I’m absolutely sure.”

Sasuke kept his thoughts to himself, his actions ceasing. Hinata squirmed a bit, as the Uchiha sat there, thinking.

Finally, he came to a decision.

“Alright.”

He reached over to the side of the bed, glancing about the console. He tapped a button.

The door to Naruko’s ‘slave pen’ opened up. A light flicked on inside of there; from where they were, Sasuke and Hinata could quite plainly see her. Naruko, on her back, moaning lewdly as she masturbated.
From the sounds that came from the television in her room, Sasuke had to guess she was rewatching the night of passion they’d shared. The night that he wanted no one but her to know about. With a smack of his hand on a button dead center in the middle of the console, he turned off her TV.

Naruko looked affronted. “Aww…” she moaned, chest heaving, face red and flushed. “I was watching that!”

Hinata grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, hush you!” she said. “Come over here and join us!”

“You mean it?”

Sasuke silently shook his head. “Get over here,” he grunted, letting go of Hinata and flipping onto his back. “And suck my cock.” His cock towered, and both Naruko and Hinata had to bite back a moan.

“Yes sir,” Naruko groaned. In a flash of curves and yellow, she made her way from the pen to his enormous bed. She leapt atop of it, and dived at the massive cock waving right beneath her nose. It only took a second for her to inhale his dick, deepthroating him like a champ.

Hinata wrapped her arms around Sasuke, resting her head against his chest.

“Look at her,” Hinata mumbled. “I’ve never seen her so happy.”

Naruko grinned like mad, thrusting her head back and forth, both of her hands wrapped around the base of his Sasuke’s fat cock.

“I’m surprised,” Sasuke commented in a casual tone.

“About what?” asked Hinata.

“You aren’t fighting her tooth and nail for the right to suck my cock,” he said. “That’s a first for you.”

Hinata pressed a hand against her lips, suppressing a giggle. “I have an idea,” she said, smirking quite uncharacteristically. “One I think all three of us will like very much.”

“Would you care to share?”

The busty, white-eyed woman merely grinned. “You’ll see,” she said.

Sasuke pursed his lips together. He turned his attention to Naruko, who was still throat fucking herself upon his mighty shaft. Salvia and precum dribbled down her chin—there was a wild look in her eyes as she dove down again and again, impaling herself. He could see her throat bulge every time she took his cock into it.

“Mmm.” He rewarded her efforts with a moan.

Hinata watched as well, rubbing Sasuke’s chest affectionately as her ‘wife’ went to town on the well hung Uchiha. “Are you close?” asked Hinata.

“Not really,” Sasuke said.

“Oh, oh well.” Hinata planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Take your time.”

He raised an eyebrow, still unsure of what she was planning. Still, someone like Hinata probably had something rather lewd up her sleeve. Sasuke would wait and see what she had in store.

Meanwhile, Naruko had seemed to take Sasuke’s words as a personal challenge.

The blonde doubled her efforts, humming around his cock, stroking the base, thrusting her head back and forth to the point where she nearly had whiplash. She moaned sensually around it, rubbing her bare snatch back and forth across the sheets, leaving stains from where her arousal seeped into the fabric.

Sasuke leaned back, a relaxed expression dominating his normally serious features. One of his hands rested behind his head—the other gently fondled one of Hinata’s ample breasts.

His phone buzzed. It was on the console right beside the bed. He took the hand not currently squeezing Hinata’s tit, grabbed it, and looked at what he’d gotten.

It was a picture. More specifically, it was a selfie of Sakura, totally nude, holding her pussy lips open and making a pouty face at the camera. Captioned under it was: ‘I need you.’

Sasuke chuckled a bit. ‘Maybe later,’ he sent her in a text, before setting his phone down.

He reached his hand down, slipping his fingers into Naruko’s silky, elegant, beautiful hair. She was still going at it, a rabid animal who wanted nothing less than a hot load of cum—his cum, to be exact.

“Mmph.” Sasuke groaned, well aware that Naruko knew all of his weak spots. Where a little while ago he’d told Hinata that he wasn’t all that close to cumming, right now was a different story. He was close, close enough that he had to act fast.

Gripping her hair tightly, Sasuke yanked Naruko off of his cock. She gasped, inhaling deeply, chest rising and falling. He aimed the tip of his cock at her nose, then began to stroke, scrunching up his eyebrows as he readied himself to deliver a facial.

Naruko herself was more than ready for it. She opened her mouth, wagged her tongue, and gave him that look. The look that would drive any man, most of all Sasuke, mad with lust.

Hinata put a stop to it, however.

“Cum in her mouth,” Hinata whispered.

Sasuke blinked. Yet, if this was part of her plan, he would go along with it. His hand still gripped her hair, and he yanked Naruko closer, close enough so that the tip of his cock had just passed the threshold of her lips. She moaned, wiggling her hips, ready for his orgasm at any time.

He grunted. Then he came. Firing a hot and sticky load into Naruko’s mouth. “Don’t swallow,” Hinata told her.

Naruko made sure not to, even as her cheeks bulged and bulged. Finally Sasuke’s cock stopped spewing cum, and Naruko could lean back and relax.

That is, until Hinata leapt at her. Taking the blonde down, forcing her onto her back. And more importantly, forcing her lips against hers.

Sasuke sat back and watched as Hinata and Naruko made out. Swapping his cum as they did so, moaning and groaning, fondling each other’s breasts and rubbing their bodies against each other.

Hinata groaned as her lover’s cum flooded her mouth. She kissed Naruko deeply, sensually, truly in a loving way. They were married, after all; they did have two children together. The way they kissed then and there… it was almost like a return to old times.

Only things were a little different now.

They made out for a good few minutes, swapping cum in a lewd way indeed. Neither of them swallowed for the longest time—they merely kept kissing, trading it, one moment Hinata would have all of it and then the next Naruko would. Some runoff was to be expected, milky white jizz leaking down their chins and dripping down onto their ample bosoms.

Sasuke kept watching. And watching.

When they were finally done—when the cum was all swallowed, when they were both breathless and grinning like mad… Naruko and Hinata turned toward Sasuke.

To find him sitting there, cock erect. Only it wasn’t just erect; it was bigger, thicker, more erect than either of them had ever seen it before.

Naruko grinned. “Dibs!” she said, picking herself up and quite literally hopping onto Sasuke, hovering just above that massive cock. Hinata sighed and shook her head, taking the alternate position of having her pussy hover just over his mouth.

Both girls sunk down at the same time. Hinata onto Sasuke’s face; Naruko onto his enormous dick.

Naruko gasped and let out a moan. Hinata whimpered as her lover began to invade her with her tongue.

The two of them, wife and wife, locked hands. Fingers taut. As Naruko began to bounce and Hinata began to grind back and forth, the two of them stared into each other’s eyes.

“This is how we were meant to be,” Hinata said, smiling gently.

Naruko inhaled deeply.

Her blue eyes watered a bit.

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “You’re right.”

All those years wasted trying to be a man. When she simply could be Naruko.

When she was a man, she was nothing. A pathetic, limp dicked cuckold whose wife and daughter were addicted to another man’s cock.

As Naruko, however, she was something else. She was their brethren, their sister wives—all of them shared the same privilege of being subservient to Sasuke’s dick. If only she could have been this way for longer. Not making the choice when she was so late.

She and Hinata shouldn’t have even bothered getting married. The second they turned eighteen, or hell, hit puberty… the two of them should have devoted their lives to serving Sasuke. Giving him what he deserved—two tight cunts, two tight asses, two hot mouths.

That was all said and done now. It was, obviously, too late to go back now.

What could have been was something Naruko would always dwell on. But she could do her part to make up the travesty that had been her life as Naruto.

She could serve Sasuke. Let him fuck her whenever he wanted. Do his bidding. Be the buxom, sexy blonde of any man’s dreams. She could—would be the woman Sasuke had always wanted.

It was her destiny.

Naruko rode his fat cock with glee, a mad grin on her face. She moaned lewdly, groaning as he filled her up, again and again. There was no stopping her, not until she had a massive load packing her womb to the brim.

Naruko—rather, the other Naruko, the pregnant one, perked up a tad.

She’d been resting in her room. Yet she could sense something. It was a mood in the air.

A jinchuuriki was always more sensitive to a change in the atmosphere. Despite being a clone, she could feel it. A connection with her original self. There was something different…

“Oh! Oh! Oh God!”

“Mmm… fuck! Oh yes!”

Both of them: gorgeous, busty and eager to please. One with blonde hair, the other with blue. One with white eyes and one with big blue ones. Aside from their figures, they had little in common. Except for one other thing.

Their desire for cock; Sasuke’s cock.

Naruko kept riding, with little worry for how far she was pushing herself. Her fertile womb was being pummeled by her lover’s enormous cock—it stung a little. Yet, she kept at it.

She kept at it until she heard Sasuke moan. She paused, sinking as low as she could upon his dick, bracing herself for what was to come.

It only took a moment.

Then she felt his cum pumping into her.

Naruko could only mewl and whimper, closing her eyes, clutching Hinata’s hands so tightly that it nearly hurt.

Once Sasuke was spent, the blonde tumbled off of his cock, groaning as his seed began to spill down her thighs. She lay to the side, panting, as Hinata moved to take her former position.

She watched as her wife bounced up and down atop Sasuke’s cock, just as she had a moment before. There was a grace to it, a finesse. If anyone could make dick riding look classy, it was Hinata.

Her vision felt foggy, cloudy, at least, everything but Sasuke was. He was crystal clear in her view. A vision of manliness, oozing sex appeal; his eyes drifted to her for a moment, and he winked. That one wink made her melt all over again.

Did she regret taking that next step?

No, no she didn’t.

Himawari smiled as she read her brother’s text.

‘Hey, sis, what are you up to?’

She sent back a text only a moment later.

‘Nothing much.’

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Sasuke grasped her hips tightly, a smirk on his face as he slammed into her from behind again and again. She was on all fours, resting on her elbows as she sent the text.

“Who is that?” Sasuke murmured, slowing down a little, grinding his hips against her.

“Boruto,” Himawari replied lazily, still moaning as his fat cock made her shiver with pleasure.

‘Cool. Do you know where Dad is? I checked his office but I couldn’t find him.’

Himawari glanced to the side.

On the floor, beside Sasuke’s bed, was Boruto’s ‘Dad’.

Naruko and Hinata had only finished up with Sasuke a few minutes before, and the two had decided to do some catching up. Namely by Naruko getting on her back, Hinata hopping on top of her, and the two of them sixty-nining and lapping Sasuke’s cum out of each other’s pussies.

‘Nope,’ Himawari replied. ‘No idea.’

Some things needed to be kept a secret.

Himawari bit her lip as Sasuke resumed his thrusts. He went at a steady pace, loud and lewd smack sounds echoing throughout the room as he bottomed out inside of her, again and again.

‘I still don’t know why Mom won’t let me know where they moved to,’ Boruto sent her in a text. ‘I mean, I know they like their privacy and all, but why can’t they let their own kids know where they live? It’s a little weird, right? I mean, she hasn’t told you where they live, has she?’

She grinned. ‘No, she hasn’t.’

Poor Boruto. He had to be kept in the dark from their fun, mostly because he would go ballistic if he found out what was going on.

Sasuke, his teacher, had conquered his mom. Fucked her over and over again until she was devoted to him, heart, body and soul.

Not to mention his sister. Boruto loved Himawari with all his heart—it would break him in two to find out Sasuke had slept with her.

She had a little vindictive streak. Part of her just wanted to take a picture of what she was doing and send it to Boruto. Let her brother get a glimpse of what her sister really was—a slut, addicted to cock. Let him see Sasuke fucking her into the mattress with his massive cock.

Himawari shuddered slightly, cooing as Sasuke intensified his thrusts.

She was a bad, bad girl. She loved her brother, but at the same time, she was half-sure that he had the same… tendencies as Naruto.

Nothing concrete. Just suspicions. Still, she was sixty percent sure that if she did send a picture like that to Boruto... that he would beg her for more.

‘How’ve you been?’ Boruto asked.

‘Awesome,’ Himawari replied. ‘Like I finally found my place in life.’

‘That’s great! You know, it’s been a while since we saw each other; you kind of went off the grid for a couple of months there, didn’t you?’

When she was pregnant, obviously. There was a brief period where she wasn’t showing, and even after that when she could cover it up with a jacket or something. After a certain point, however, she’d had to become a shut-in, lest her and Sasuke’s baby be found out by the village at large.

‘I was just busy!’ Himawari said. ‘Why? Did you want to meet up?’

‘That’d be awesome,’ Boruto replied. ‘Are you free today?’

She pondered it.

Well, aside from getting fucked by Sasuke all day, and taking care of little Neji of course, there wasn’t much on her plate.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

She buried her head in the sheets for a moment as Sasuke hit that sweet spot in her. With a shuddering gasp, she came around his fat cock.

When Himawari finally settled down from her high, it was a good… she wasn’t sure how much longer later. Sasuke was still thrusting into her. Hinata and Naruko were still ‘catching up’ on the floor beside the bed.
She shook her head, picking up her phone, which had fallen from her grasp in the midst of her orgasm.

‘Sure. We can meet up today.’

‘I have to do some stuff later, so do you mind if we do it soon? Say—half an hour? I know it’s short notice but…’

‘No, no, that’s fine. I’ll meet you at Ichiraku’s.’

‘Sounds great!’ Boruto replied.

She set the phone down. “Flip me over,” she said.

Sasuke did exactly that, shifting her over and onto her back, though not unsheathing himself for even a second. He kept pounding her like the horny bitch she was, setting a relentless pace no woman could keep up with.

“What’s up?” he questioned.

“I’m going to meet up with Boruto in half an hour,” Himawari told him. “So don’t take your time, alright?” She leaned up, kissing him full on the lips, a big smile on her face.

“Don’t worry; I’m already close.”

A few more minutes of pumping his cock into her, and he was ready. Himawari could feel herself growing closer and closer to another orgasm—when she came, clamping around Sasuke’s dick, he let loose as well.

She purred as his cum spewed into her womb. It was such a pity that she was on birth control.

Himawari moaned as he kept thrusting into her, getting every bit of his seed out. She gasped as he pulled out of her, though he lifted her legs so that none of it spilled out of her.

“Hinata,” Sasuke barked, and all the ladies in the room jumped. “Grab me a plug, will you?”

Hinata immediately leapt up, leaving Naruko on the ground rather disappointed. The former Hyuga crossed to a dresser on one side of the room, pulling open a drawer. Reaching inside of it, she soon withdrew a bright purple plug. She tossed it to Sasuke, who caught it deftly.

Hinata’s daughter moaned as Sasuke slipped the plug inside of her, twisting it and making sure it would stay in.

“Now you can go meet Boruto,” Sasuke said, chuckling under his breath.

Himawari couldn’t help but grin.

To add insult to injury, she’d chosen a warm sundress to wear to meet him. All she had to do was lift it up and…

“Boruto!” Himawari said, running up to him and pulling him into a hug. Her brother tensed slightly as she hugged him.

“Hey,” he said, grinning slightly. His gaze went up and down. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“Yup, it has.”

The two of them stepped inside Ichiraku’s, sitting down at the stools. Once they got their orders of ramen, they talked. About life, about random stuff.

Himawari was all smiles. Boruto was awkward, but he was happy.

He had no idea that she was pumped full of his sensei’s cum. That the same sister that had hugged him so innocently before had been getting pounded by a fat cock not thirty minutes before.

And he didn’t need to know any of that.

…

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…

For now.
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